One of Michael Graves' first non-domestic commissions, this
regional library is located across the street from the Mission of San Juan
Capistrano and near the center of the old town. In this small one-story building (about 12000
square feet) Graves borrows from the local Spanish idiom, using stucco walls,
mission clay roof tiles, wooden beams, mini-towers, small punched windows,
light monitors, stencil ornament, and loggias around a central courtyard.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
formal flower attire
Yellow dinner jacket with formal trousers for coastal summer climate. ... Coordinating colors to match the flowers is always acceptable. Ties and cummerbunds are optional.
Fortunately for me yellowjackets do not usually sting when away from the nest. Unlike honey bees, these insects have a smooth stinger and can sting repeatedly. It's not a wise move to crush a yellowjacket. A dying yellowjacket worker releases an alarm pheromone that alerts its nest mates. In just a few seconds, you could find yourself surrounded by angry wasps.
The number of workers in the nest will reach its highest population level in about another month (up to 5000 worker), then the numbers will begin to gradually decline until the onset of significant rainfall.
Fortunately for me yellowjackets do not usually sting when away from the nest. Unlike honey bees, these insects have a smooth stinger and can sting repeatedly. It's not a wise move to crush a yellowjacket. A dying yellowjacket worker releases an alarm pheromone that alerts its nest mates. In just a few seconds, you could find yourself surrounded by angry wasps.
The number of workers in the nest will reach its highest population level in about another month (up to 5000 worker), then the numbers will begin to gradually decline until the onset of significant rainfall.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
The Hummingbird
The sunlight speaks, and its voice is a bird:
It glimmers half-guessed, half-seen, half-heard,
Above the flowerbed, over the lawn--
A flashing dip, and it is gone,
And all it lends to the eye is this--
A sunbeam giving the air a kiss.
It glimmers half-guessed, half-seen, half-heard,
Above the flowerbed, over the lawn--
A flashing dip, and it is gone,
And all it lends to the eye is this--
A sunbeam giving the air a kiss.
Friday, September 17, 2010
wild, but cute feral cat
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